The garrulous leaves
dancing with the beat of wind
on a sunny day.
Tanka Poem
Everlasting
Unbearable wind,
is like a water flowing
in a large river
following me anywhere
under the bright, yellow sun.
Hyperbole poem
Once she was a wimpy girl
That could not take an ant torment
That was unease of little things
That was afraid of beasts
That were surrounding her
But now, she turned into a blossom
With a great personality
That bloomed in a beautiful garden
Surrounded by butterflies
That were fluttering around.
That could not take an ant torment
That was unease of little things
That was afraid of beasts
That were surrounding her
But now, she turned into a blossom
With a great personality
That bloomed in a beautiful garden
Surrounded by butterflies
That were fluttering around.
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